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THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.

 Hi guys, 

It is 3:28 am but I can't sleep, sipping a cup of tea and waiting for a batch of coconut buns in the oven. 

YES!!! I am baking at this time. 

Fight me!!

Thought so. 

I am usually up at this time studying for exams but my brain was not hacking the books tonight so I decided to take a break and watch Netflix but I could not get the coconut buns out of my head. 

The words " The Devil you know" popped into my head while mixing the dry ingredients of my buns, not them buns you sickos. 

A few days ago a lot of people shared heartbreak stories on Twitter, I joined in, gave a small insight on one of the many things I went through with the ex. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but what I shared was quite embarrassing.

Looking back I have no regrets sharing, people laughed at it because it was funny, at the time it was not but I am not hurt or bothered, just wanted to share the audacity men have and how some are very selfish. 




The screenshot had me wondering why I stayed in the relationship after so much disrespect. I stayed because the devil you know is apparently better than a new angel. I stayed because I didn't want to go through the stress of getting to know someone new, deciding whether or not he is worthy of my time. 

I stayed because I loved him and I desperately wanted him to change. This post is not about my crappy love life so moving on. 

Have you ever wondered how flawed the saying is " the devil you know"? 

I had people say this to me each time an issue came up, sure I heard it from family members on both sides after the breakup. 

This is how and why women stay in abusive relationships, my ex was not abusive but he was a serial cheat, not saying I was a saint because I cheated back.

 An eye for an eye they say so why not? 

Now that I think about it, the saying is a trap, an excuse, a safe haven, why move on when you don't know what's coming. It's more comforting staying in a shitty situation, with a shitty person and licking your wound until they are somewhat healed or at least until they start scab then you can pick at it until it bleeds again. 

For me it is a coward move, I was a coward. 

I knew I deserved better, I wanted and desired better but I let an unfortunate situation hold me back. 

Can you relate? 


Eating my coconut buns now and they taste delightful, I might orgasm after the last bite. 


XXXX

L.D 

 

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